I gaze deep in its robicund countenance, and I see alive people … I see earth, and a rufescent halo, I see sunset’s florid vermillion …

I smell forest, and mystery, and magic, and mountain; the rustic elixir, acidity, mineral …

I taste lush striation, the round rings of history, the bark that is so much very better than bite …

I taste black fruit and elegance, and linger in black herbs and herbal abundance …

The coolness of acidity balanced to tannin, the leanness of spice balanced to fruit, the balance of alcohol balanced to juice, the fineness of structure balanced to breadth, the flash of the high-tone, the flesh of the low …